Teacher, Teacher!

I went to school today
I saw his face, burly with whiskers—
Today was as any other day
‘Cept I was without my sister.
He knew this, because he ate
His lunch with me,
Until twelve-twenty-eight
When, unexpectedly
The lunch bell rang and I had to go.
I got up to leave, and he asked
If I had let my parents know
That I’d be out till quarter past
Nine o’clock tonight.
He grabbed my arm and I said,
“Of course I did, last night,”
He smiled and nodded his head.
I said good bye, went out the door
And down the hall to my class.
Sally said hi and we talked some more
I had a secret to tell, but I held it fast.
I was going home with him today,
I thought to myself with a smile,
No one could change my feelings—no way!
We planned to hang out for a while
In his big city house—
We were going to talk and laugh,
And sit on his big leather couch
Perhaps even giggle at the past.
My sister came to mind,
She was sixteen and at home feeling sick.
Sucks to be her, I sighed;
I listened to the clock’s fruitless ticks—
The clock struck three
And I jumped from my chair,
I was ready to go and see
The one who told me he cared.
My sister normally took me home,
But today I got a ride
From someone on a different road,
And I felt great and smiled wide.
He told me I’d be safe;
That we were going to study geometry,
And a hard, scientific case
But that didn’t bother me.
I felt so small in his car’s seat,
He looked so big while driving—
I heard a loud thunder roar and beat
After the sky was lit with lightening.
He asked me if I was okay,
I answered with a simple, “yes,”
As the clouds turned a deeper gray,
And the heavy winds made a mess.
“Well, this is my house,” he said to me,
Parking his car and getting out.
I did the same and it didn’t start raining
Until we walked into his house.
He showed me each of the rooms
And got me something good to drink.
He held me when the thunder boomed,
He looked down at me and winked.
He softly kissed my cheek
I began to feel warm and fuzzy
And my knees felt weak
As he kissed me softly on the tummy
After he laid me down on his couch
And crawled on top of me.
His face was welcoming,
But his cheeks were rough and burly
He needed to shave, but that didn’t bother me.
As he touched me, I began to grow afraid,
My eyes grew wide with fear
As I began to hopelessly pray
That he wouldn’t do this now—not here.
And, “Teacher! Teacher!” I cried
But he over powered me—
Holding me down when I tried
To get out from under his body
I clawed at his face,
It was useless, he was stronger
Than I was—I was a weak disgrace.
He went a little while longer
Then he dressed himself and I,
And took me home.
The whole drive there, I cried,
But I smiled so no one could have known
That my teacher took advantage of me
After school that day
When we were supposed to study
That one single day in May.